Chapter 11
Well Voldemort had disappeared. The Wizarding world was in celebration. I however couldn't go out and join one of the many parties. A group from the Ministry had been round to my flat earlier asking if I knew where Sirius was, he wasn't at his.
How could I celebrate if I knew he was Wanted? I knew there would be no trial, he would be found guilty. If he was guilty of murder then he would have a life sentence in Azkaban, but add treason, conspiring against the Ministry, spying, and Merlin knows what other crimes could be worked in. Sirius could only be facing one punishment, the Dementors kiss.
Looking up at the noise that broke her thoughts Hermione saw a familiar outline in the doorway. Standing up she felt in her pocket for her wand, damn, it wasn't there. Where had she left it? Spying it on the side she tried to workout how the best way to reach it without alerting him to the fact she knew he had been working for Voldemort.
"Hermione" He began. Not knowing what to say she didn't reply and let him continue. "Come away with me."
W-what?" Hermione asked weakly. "You want me to go on the run with you?"
"No, not the run. Hiding. You don't understand we're next. He betrayed us all."
"I need a drink." Hermione walked round to the kitchen picking up her wand on the way passed the sideboard.
"No, you need to pack. He'll be here soon."
"Your lying. Sirius would never betray his friends." Hermione said defiantly. "You however"
"Mi, no. Sirius wants to share to power of the Dark Lord."
"Why did you do it Wormtail? What were you promised apart from your own stinking hide? But your Lord is gone, and he can't deliver his protection or your reward."
"You." He replied simply.
"What?" Hermione said raising her wand.
"For years I sat in the background while you carried on with Sirius. He didn't love you, I did, but you never looked at me."
"Maybe me and Sir weren't in love at the start, but we had an understanding, and yes I loved him. If he loved me or not, it doesn't matter, I love him." Hermione felt tears come to her eyes as she said what she had never told Sirius, and now wished she had taken the chance and told him.
In her realization Hermione's concentration had lapsed. In that moment she saw her wand was no longer pointed at Wormtail's throat. Turning quickly she just managed to see a thin tail disappear round the door.
